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𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙖 ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 𝟷𝟷, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶
A quickly spreading virus was sweeping over the nation, leading to an emergency shutdown. Mainly, the disease affected the elderly and people with respiratory issues, resulting in a death toll that was rising each day. No one knew exactly what this virus was, and its origins weren't entirely clear to Sola. She did her research, mindful of Deena Jennings back in Florida. She was older and suffering from a nasty cough that stemmed from years of nicotine addiction. Sola made a mental note to give her a call and check in on her. She was sure the man that binded them together was making sure she was okay. Sola didn't want to run into him. She kept her distance, only speaking with Deena when he wasn't around.
Spring break was a dud. All the beaches and clubs were shut down. Gatherings were supposed to be tiny, only a few people in the house, and they had to keep a mandatory six feet away from each other. No bumping and grinding. Masks covering their faces. This made it extremely hard for the twenty somethings of the world. Arguably, the mid-late twenties were Sola's most social years. She was such an awkward child, unable to read social cues well, which made socializing nearly impossible. She began to get the hang of it after the pressures of college. Once she was on her own and experiencing true independence, Sola flourished.
A twenty-seven year old Sola was stuck in Atlanta, Georgia, because of the travel restrictions. She initially flew out to Atlanta for her birthday back in late February to collaborate with a fellow influencer. Unfortunately, March came around, and the world changed in a split second. She was stuck in a large home with the popular influencer. They did vlogs together to pass the time and cater to their followers. Sola was trying to reach a million because she was saving towards a hair salon. Her own. She didn't want to be like her mother, who was a talented braider but didn't do weaves. Sola could do it all, but the basis of her salon would still be natural hairstyles.
The two twenty somethings grew bored with sitting in the house, staring at each other all day. Trinity decided to throw a house party against the rules of the pandemic. People flooded in quickly. They, too, were tired of being stagnant. All the young folks were crowded into one house, partying to the nostalgic sounds of Travis Porter. Bring it Back was pumping loudly out of the tall speakers in the living room that was cleared and used as a dance floor.
Eyes were naturally drawn to Sola because of her ample assets. She fit the lyrics of the song. One guy was quick to grab hold of her hips, latching onto them. He pulled her back into him and she instinctively ground her ass into his bulge to the beat of the song. Sola had the nerve to glance back at it because she knew he was hardening against her. An arrogant smirk tugged on her lips as he leaned into her ear, whispering. "You bad as fuck. You know what you doing" His breath was cool instead of hot, sending chills racing down her spine. "Let's go upstairs..."
As if he could sense she was about to get dicked down by someone who wasn't him, Jonathan rung her phone. Sola pressed ignore and spun around to face him, snaking her arms around his neck. She massaged the shell of his ears then started to lean in for a kiss. The handsome male did the same. Another call stopped their lips from meeting. She whined and stomped her feet in defeat, turning away from him.
